In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii: Part 117

Alfred Lord Tennyson

O days and hours, your work is this
  To hold me from my proper place,
  A little while from his embrace
For fuller gain of after bliss:

That out of distance might ensue
  Desire of nearness doubly sweet;
  And unto meeting when we meet,
Delight a hundredfold accrue,

For every grain of sand that runs,
  And every span of shade that steals,
  And every kiss of toothed wheels,
And all the courses of the suns.

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